The Physics of Consciousness: The Quantum Minds and the Meaning of Life

The Physics of Consciousness: The Quantum Minds and the Meaning of Life

The Physics of Consciousness: The Quantum Minds and the Meaning of Life

The Physics of Consciousness: The Quantum Minds and the Meaning of Life


For decades, neuroscientists, psychologists, and an army of brain researchers have been struggling, in vain, to explain the phenomenon of consciousness. Now there is a clear trail to the answer, and it leads through the dense jungle of quantum physics, Zen, and subjective experience, and arrives at an unexpected destination. In this tour-de-force of scientific investigation, Evan Harris Walker shows how the operation of bizarre yet actual properties of elementary particles support a new and exciting theory of reality, based on the principles of quantum physics -- a theory that answers questions such as "What is the nature of consciousness, of will?" "What is the source of material reality?" and "What is God?"


As I walked down the steps from her apartment, my mind went back over the years. My mind went back to things that have been and that I have done, the things of my life and the things of this day. I will write of this, someday. I will tell what happened here. But time is needed for its meaning to grow clear, to become part of the perspective that gives life meaning. Time is needed for these images to be reflected in the history of my life.

My mind went back to the things I must say here -- back to an image, to a terrible image, to a vision of my future and of my purpose. My mind went back there.

She lay there dead. I have spent half a century trying to understand that moment. There had been such wonderful moments. There had been then the times of walks to the park, luscious southern summer days, forever summer in my mind -- captured forever in the memories of our play; of games of tennis and walks to town; of my own jaunts to visit, climbing the long hill to Clermont Drive, then up the nearly vertical two flights of stone steps that mounted the steep front lawn to her house. My mind goes back to those times, to the time before she lay there dead.

I had seen and shared with her the full youthful joy of love. She had written for me her simple, direct poems about her love for me, and I had written my poems -- awkward, stilted efforts to speak beyond my years or my knowledge, but still speaking of this new emotion. And then this ended. Leukemia came to claim her. There was a last glimpse through the open door of her hospital room as she lay there on her last day, and then death closed her eyes.

My last sight of her was at Rideout's Funeral Home in Homewood. A day later she lay next to her father, beneath the soil of Jackson, Mississippi. She had gone home.

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